Fictional Tie Up Stories

When I last left off, I was wearing a bra, panties, a silky red dress, and black thigh stockings with Cuban heels. No wig or makeup, no nail polish but it was still a humiliating scenario. My friend Josh had forced me into this and was basically blackmailing me to go along.  Once I had changed into the clothes he picked out for me, he made me go to his room and lay on the bed on my stomach. I crossed my hands behind my back so he could tie my wrists. Then he used some more rope to tie my ankles together.  "I went easy on you yesterday with the cloth but I'm going to use something else today." He produced one of his socks that was recently worn. Before I could protest, he shoved it in my mouth and ripped off a few pieces of duct tape to gag me.  "Sit tight I've got to do some laundry and chores. And then I've got a little surprise for you. Let me give you a hint." He ran his fingers down my stockinged feet.  I laid there bound and gagged for an hour while...

Mrs. G took it easy on us for the first few days we were back. She let us watch TV in the living room. Of course we had to be bound and gagged the entire time though. And she let us go swimming in the pool. But we had to wear the pink bikinis she bought for us a while ago. She also had Mark's girlfriend take us on more walks. Fran didn't mind it. She loved seeing us all dressed up and covered in makeup. She loved my cousin Paige's idea. Her and Mrs. G discussed it and agreed that we should continue shaving our arms and legs that summer. We had no choice or say. Mrs. G was also pleased with the result. She liked how smooth and shiny our legs looked in hosiery and said it looked so much better now.  A couple of weeks later, Mrs. G told us she was taking a brief vacation. She asked Mark and Fran if they would be around but they told her they also planned to go away. That left us and Rob. We got down on the floor and kissed her sweaty, smelly nylon clad feet.  "Please Mrs....

My name is Sam. I didn't have too many friends growing up but I had a few people I hung out. One of my best friends was a kid named Josh whose mom was a single parent like mine. She used to travel a lot for work and would often hire a sitter. But as we got older, she started to trust Josh on his own. When we were in high school, she would leave every Friday for work and be back by Sunday night or Monday morning. She would let Josh stay by himself and leave him money for things like pizza or other takeout. I would stay over some weekends and it was always fun being left unsupervised.  One weekend, when we were about 15 years old, Josh had invited me to stay over. I came over his house that Friday after school and his mom was already long gone. We hung out, played video games, ordered pizza. Before it got dark, Josh challenged me to a game of basketball. He had a hoop outside and we were always playing in our spare time. "Let's make things interesting" Josh said. "...

 Barbara stayed over for a couple of days while Kim went on vacation. I wake up after the first day to her tickling my nylon feet. "Cootchie cootchie coo" she taunted me. "Cootchie cootchie coo." I let out a loud, frustrated grunt through my gag and kicked my bound feet around. She freed me after a few minutes of tickling. I rubbed my sore wrists when she untied my hands. She let me untie my own ankles and remove my gag. I breathed a huge sigh of relief when I spit out a ball of worn nylons.  "Do you want toast or waffles for breakfast?" she asked. I didn't answer so she decided. Waffles. She made me lie on my back and held them between her toes so I could eat. When I was done, I had to lick all the syrup and butter from her soles and between her toes. I felt like I was going to be sick.  Then she let me go to the bathroom. She supervised to make sure I was sitting down to pee. It's not like I had any other choice with the chastity device locked on...

The last thing I expected was for Mrs. G to tell my mom about Thomas and I. But she was not only ok with the whole arrangement, she also wanted us to spend some of our time at my house. Mrs. G agreed to her conditions. We groveled at their nylon feet and begged for them to reconsider, but they had made up their minds already.  I was furious with Mrs. G. I couldn't believe she had told my mom about Thomas and I. And I was also fuming with my mom. I couldn't believe she was on board with the whole situation. She wasted no time taking advantage of the situation. She had Mrs. G drop us off the following week.  Our nails needed to be painted again so that was the first thing she did. She chose bright red nail polish. She put one coat on our fingers. She painted our toes while it dried. When they were both dry, she put a second coat on. Then she ordered us to get dressed.  My mom had a little surprise waiting. Yellow cheerleader uniforms she had gotten from her friend who was a...

John showed no mercy with the electric toothbrush. He tickled the hell out of me. In between that, he also used his fingers and anything else he could get his hands on to tickle my feet.  This is how I spent the rest of that weekend. But things didn't end there. My mom had John watch me every weekend she was away. Christmas was fast approaching and my mom was away the weekend before. John come over that Friday and ordered me to get dressed.  My mom had a special outfit for me. I put on a bra and stuffed it with thick padding, panties, a shiny red dress, and green pantyhose. My mom didn't even own green hose. She bought them just for the occasion in my size. "I'm going to give you a little break from being tickled. Follow me." John led me to my room where he had a chair set up for me. He made me sit and he tied my wrists to the arms of the chair. It was a wooden chair from the dining room with thick arms. When my arms were secure, John tied my legs separately to th...